The Savannah tribune. [volume] (Savannah [Ga.]) 1876-1960, 1887-06-04
MIR. AND MRS. BOWSER.
A DOUBLE EXPERIENCE WITH THn
TooTHACHE.
Mrs. b. Describes Her SufTerings
and Mr.. BIS Lack of Sympathy
The Tables Turned.

About month ago / woke up one
morning with the toothache. 1t had
been annoying ME for an hour before
Mr. Bowser caught on. Then he said
"Toothache, eh3 Well, ] don't pity
1 you Lit. This comes of cracking wal
nuts in your teeth and chewing SO much
of that. everlasting gum. !"
II never cracked walnut, and don't
I chew gum once year."
"Well, it's some carelessness of yours,
rest assured of that, and you must suffer
for it,"
He went off whistling and singing and
= I went to bed to suffer.
That tooth ached for three days and
three nights in spite of all remedies.
During the day Mr.. Bowser would re-
mark:
.sAches yet, does it2 l believe you
are pretending great deal, so as to get
my sympathy If you'd get up and go
around and throw off the idea that your
tooth ached the pain would all go away.
Four-fifths of human aches come from
Imagination"
9'But it does ache so badW
'tThSt is, you imagine it does. Icould
90 to bed and imagine my leg was of, and
/ have no doubt that should suffer aw
full pains Well, l can't do anything for
you. If you will let your imagination
run away with your sense | can't help
it,.
The ache hung on so long that / finally
went to the dentist and had the tooth
pulled This was unknown to Mr. Bow
Ser, and when he came home that even
ing and found me singing to the baby he
laughed long and loud and added:
"Didnt tell you so! No doubt you
had little bit of toothache to start with
just little bit-and imagination did
the rest. If l had gone to work and
called you my poor, dear, stricken, suf-
fering darling you'd have had every
tooth jumping out of your head. It's
mighty lucky for you that you married
man with something besides sawdust I'M
der his scalp"
My revenge came sooner than could
have been anticipated. 1t wasn't two
weeks before Mr. Bowser awoke me one
night at midnight by cxclaiming:
Mrs. Bowser, are you dead, OF have
you become stone-deaf?"
'eWhat is it, dear, burglars or fre?"
''Burglars or fire be hanged I've beea
suffering with the toothache for the last
three hours, and you've laid there and
snored away as if you didn't care cent
whether lived or died !"
''But what can l do2 This is the re-
suit of some carelessacss of yours. Have
you cracked any walnuts in your teeth
lately9"
He sat up in bed and held his jaw and
glared at me so tiercely that | was quite
alarmed and went for the medicine-case.
1 gave him some peppermint essence on
CottonS then some oil of cloves on a ragi
thenosome camphor on the end Of q tooth
pick 1t Was no use.
81 don't believe | shall live to see day.
light" he moaned, as he fell out of bed
and began to dress.
"Oh, yes, you will. Are you sure yom
tooth aches2'
He looked around after his revolver,
but had slipped it under the bureau.
81 had it, you know, or thought ! had,
but guess it was all imagination. Mr..
Bowser, just imagine you haven't tooth
in your head
''And you just imagine that you are an
old buzzard waiting to pick my bones ~
he roared as he danced around.
We tied bag of hot ashes on his face,
and we put on pain-killer and almost
everything else in the house, and none of
us slept another wink When morning
came the ache was no better, and coldly
observed
"Well of course you don't want to
keep the house upset any longer. You'd
better go down and have it pulled"
''W-what!"
"Just run down and have the dentist
draw it out 1t will hurt awfully, of
course, but you are man and can stand
itw
'pll die first ~
"Oh, well if you will permit your inn
agination to make you believe that you
have toothache, don't blame me-"
l felt awfully sorry for him, for he suf-
fered dreadfully for the next two days
Then ne suddenly decided to have the
tooth pulled, and asked me in a tone he
tried to make careless;
Mrs Bowser, don't, you want to 90
down to the dentists with mel"
"Why, does your tooth still ache}'
''Still ache Great Scots, but it has
never let up for an instantn
81 am sorry you were so careless. Men
never know how to take care of their
health Can't be imagination, can it2'
He gave me a look of bOiler-plated re-
proach, clapped on his hat and was off
without another word. He returned in
a couple of hours, and l knew from his
general demeanor that he had been to the
dentist, and that The aching molar had
come home in his pocket.